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by ~*^*~ longing to belong ~*^*~ Jul 6, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The pain, Is right in front of me, It is the shade of red, In everything I see, The blade, Sunk deep in my wrist, Hurts like the bruises, Made by daddies fist, The blood, Dripping on my clothes, The worst of my enemies, The last of my foes,
